I started writing poetry when I was 10 and started performing it at 15. When I was 17, I adopted the nom-de-plume of Teri O’Neal and was an active writer and performer of my work through to my early thirties, at which point I met my husband and life-partner, and, for various reasons, virtually stopped writing. However, I always knew that it was still there and that I would go back to it if he was no longer with me. He died suddenly of a heart attack in the middle of the night (age 66), our having been together for over forty years.
Twelve days later I started writing again and continue to do so having finished three books, currently working on a fourth one and having written over 400 poems. The first three books form a trilogy called You are dead (but I am not …). Each book has a sub-title, these being: [or A Diary of Grief]; [or The Second Year]; and [or And Life Goes On]. Each covers a period of a year up to the next anniversary of his death. The fourth book has a working title of The Next Chapter. I write in free verse. I have also gone back to performing my work at open mic sessions.
The books are in the form of diaries (with the poems being dated/in date (creation) order). They tackle the subjects of shock, grief, loss and widowhood together with trying to find a new identity and way of life. Nonetheless, there are splashes of humour! Above all, I really hope that they would give comfort to people who are either grieving or know others who are.
You are dead (but I am not …) [or A Diary of Grief] was published by Olympia Publishers in June 2025 and [or The Second Year] on 14th August 2025. Both books are also available on Kindle through Amazon. The third volume [or And Life Goes On] is currently in production.
I started writing poetry when I was 10 and started performing it at 15. When I was 17, I adopted the nom-de-plume of Teri O’Neal and was an active writer and performer of my work through to my early thirties, at which point I met my husband and life-partner, and, for various reasons, virtually stopped writing. However, I always knew that it was still there and that I would go back to it if he was no longer with me. He died suddenly of a heart attack in the middle of the night (age 66), our having been together for over forty years.
Twelve days later I started writing again and continue to do so having finished three books, currently working on a fourth one and having written over 400 poems. The first three books form a trilogy called You are dead (but I am not …). Each book has a sub-title, these being: [or A Diary of Grief]; [or The Second Year]; and [or And Life Goes On]. Each covers a period of a year up to the next anniversary of his death. The fourth book has a working title of The Next Chapter. I write in free verse. I have also gone back to performing my work at open mic sessions.
The books are in the form of diaries (with the poems being dated/in date (creation) order). They tackle the subjects of shock, grief, loss and widowhood together with trying to find a new identity and way of life. Nonetheless, there are splashes of humour! Above all, I really hope that they would give comfort to people who are either grieving or know others who are.
You are dead (but I am not …) [or A Diary of Grief] was published by Olympia Publishers in June 2025 and [or The Second Year] on 14th August 2025. Both books are also available on Kindle through Amazon. The third volume [or And Life Goes On] is currently in production.
Some short poems from volume 1 [or A Diary of Grief]
There but …
There
but for the
grace of God
Go I
I see it in
their eyes
Friends
couples for a long time
Look at me
and think
There
but
…
Blah, blah, blah
Blah
Blah
Blah
(telling someone about
something
that has happened
such as
The Curious Incident of the
Smoke Alarms in the Night-time)
And then
I wrote a poem
That seems to be
my answer
to everything
These days
The cat
I usually write
In the middle of the night
Having turned on the light
And the cat
turns over
And stretches out
taking up even more of the bed
And huffs and
puffs
And makes it
very clear
She does NOT
approve
© Teri O’Neal
Some short poems from volume 2 [or The Second Year]
I’ve just seen ………………
I’ve just seen this
elderly couple
Looking after each other
Looking out for each other
But old
infirm
frail
At least I won’t
ever
see
You
like
that
Nor
you
me
A very good excuse
Grief is
a very good
excuse
You can
do
something
Totally
utterly
stupid
Claim
grief
And people
will
understand
will
forgive you
Daffodils
There is a little
plastic
pot
Full of miniature
daffodils
Now
in full bloom
A gift from
old friends
I can’t remember if
they were given
to us
or
to me
The time-line of
before and
after
Is becoming
blurred
© Teri O’Neal